Monstrous Lovers Ch. 03

"Nicely done," Gwen remarked, shaking her cherry red claws in an effort to dispel the heat that'd collects as she bled her velocity by cutting into the ceiling. Kaysa was currently in the process of folding up and storing a thin-fabriced parachute.

Play it off. Be cool. That was intentional and totally not a panicked response that happened to work out.

"Thank you." I managed to keep my voice even, but my tail acted the part of a nark, lashing around instinctively like a disturbed cats.

Gwen and Kaysa were standing on a recessed platform that was protected by a pane of thick glass. I could feel the humm of magic that reinforced the glass as I approached. Pnuematics actuated and the curved glass retracted with a hiss, allowing me access to a stubby ladder. My hands were shaking as I grabbed a rung and muttered to myself, "Never again."

"Awww. I thought that was pretty fun."

Cause you don't have bones to smash and tendons to rip!

"Semantics, you can't deny it was exhilarating."

Never. Again

"Psshh. Fine. Just wait until we hang-glide. Oooo. Or base-jumping. Maybe we could luge down a mountain path."

I ignored Eve's teasing and not-so-subtle reminders that she loved the hair raising activities. She told me she enjoyed the way it felt, the hot electrical feeling of coursing blood as it surged through my body. Personally I was less of a fan.

Our group moved quickly through the perfectly cut stone tunnels, string alchemical globes strung along the corners of the ceiling providing light as we made our way. Familiar with the area, Kaysa led the way, taking us through a variety of expanded caverns where a variety of dwarf-like women and various races of anthropomorphic underground creatures milled about on their daily business. We finally stopped at a closed storefront with a crudely chiseled wooden sign that simply read, "Armaments."

The sound of ringing metal came from beyond the fortress like gate of wood and iron. Hanging outside the door was a viking type helmet that had the eye sockets covered with frosted green glass, tugging it over her head, Kaysa had the most brilliant smile on her face. The door beeped lowly three times before chiming brightly. With the low hiss of a pressurized seal breaking the gate began to rise with the rhythmic clattering of chains of a motorized winch hauling it up out of the way. Behind the entranceway was an interesting workspace that was half medieval forge and half electronic hobbyist's garage. There were boxes of circuit boards and what looked to be a solder station, as well as a working bellows with accompanying anvil. The owner was a short stocky woman with bushy red hair who was currently pounding on what looked to be a cherry red human arm. In the corner, a hoist had the rest of the android's body.

"I think it might be a suit. See the hollow space right there?"

Eve was right, the shoulder joint absent an arm led to a cavity that could potentially hold a humanoid operator. My excitement suddenly rose, childhood dreams of piloting an exosuit having the chance becoming realized. The device was a dull iron-grey, with bits of leather covering more delicate components of the joints. Overall it gave the impression of a viking warrior at rest, it gave me the sense of barely restrained violence from where it watched me in the corner.

Kaysa pushed past me while crying out, "Mommy!"

A solid piece of steel shaped vaguely like a hammer thumped to the ground. The welding mask was flipped back to reveal a strong jawed face. "Baby? Baby!" They met with a bone-crushing embrace in the middle, both of them speaking over one another in their excitement. Kaysa's mom had faded blue tattoos on her shoulder, celtic knots that crept up her neck until just below her chin. While they were distracted with catching up, I took the opportunity to scooch over to the suit of armor and examine it.

A thing of beauty, it looked like it would stand a little taller than I would on the ground. White fur lined the shoulders, covering up the piecemeal iron stitched together by welds that made up the bulk of her collarbone, upper chest, and breast areas. Just below the breasts, the plates of iron transitioned to more flexible ringmail that continued down the stomach to the waist. Around the waist was an overlapping leather skirt secured by a golden buckle. The excess leather of the belt was tied in looping knot that left the pointed end draped down her thigh, the tip covered in a buckle-matching gold. The armors legs were made up of a similar welded iron as the chest and shoulders. The feet were covered in a pair of well-made fur topped sheepskin boots. Overall, the proportions of the suit seemed bulky, giving the appearance of a muscular android woman. After analyzing the body, my gaze finally tilted up to the face. Very feminine, it had a normal looking nose and lips. Seams ran from under its eyes bifurcating from where the cheekbones would be to have one channel run by the lips down to the chin where it met the mirror, with the other sweeping back along the jawline toward the back of the head. Instead of ears the head-slash-helmet had sweeping chrome wings, that pointed back and up. Braided blond hair was secured by a series of leather ties. My fingers reached out and touched her cheek. It was cool, but not as much as it should have been considering the ambient temp of the room and its distance from the forge. It also seemed oddly pliable, almost vibrating under my hand from some sort of resonance.

A pouch at my hip seemed to do the same, a low thrum, like that of a cell phone vibrating catching my attention. The source was actually the orb I received after defeating the Baykok, the Soul Stone.

I wonder what would happen if I...?

I touched the vibrant red orb to the armor's cheek experimentally. Nothing happened. Frowning, I tried to pull the stone back, only to have it slip from my fingers. In remarkably short order the stone splintered to dust under my wide-eyed stare, the metal seeming to absorb the red light.

That's not a good sign.

Nothing further happened and I had just enough time to let out a sigh of relief and look around nervously to see if anyone noticed before everything went to hell. It was like Magneto had been released into the room and he was pissed. Metal parts began zooming from the boxes on the wall orbiting the armor for a moment before falling the floor, getting ripped apart, or slipping into the hollow core, some parts even experienced all three.

"What the hell?" Kaysa's mom bellowed as she tackled her daughter to prevent her from getting gored by what looked to be a wayward circuit board. What followed was an impromptu dodgeball session, everyone dip, duck, and dodging with all their skill. Everyone except Gwen, who seemed to delight in batting each object that came her way with either of her paws or her tail, throwing in a kick or two every once and awhile just to keep things interesting. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably five minutes, the chaos died down, the still glowing arm zooming from the table to thunk onto the body, socketing into place with a quick twist.

The armor looked much like it had been only more... complete. And sinister. It now had crimson undertones with bright red accents on the welds and seams, bleeding an unnerving light that made them seem like fresh scars. The eyes opened, revealing glowing irises of the same color as the Baykok's magic.

"Unit zero seven powering up. Scanning for hostiles." A pause was filled with a flash of red light. "Hostiles found." The voice was mechanical, devoid of emotion and while her face produced expressions, they were stiff and unnatural.

I took a step back towards the other three as the gynoid war-machine freed itself from the hoist with a quick jerk of her shoulders. The loud thump of her feet hitting the ground, spoke to its prodigious weight.

"Mom, what is that thing?"

"I don't know. It was scavenged in the Ruins of the Deep and its operational systems were so shot that we couldn't figure out what purpose for which it was built. The general consensus was a worker bot."

"Definitely not a worker bot," Gwen said as she unsheathed her claws and stepped forward.

"Weapon detected." The gynoid stalked forward raising her arms into a boxer stance. "Designated user one dash one dash seven, please step behind me for safety while I neutralize the threat. Synchronization will commence once all hostiles have been eliminated." Tilting her head, she seemed to speak at me while continuing her terminator-esque advance towards our party.

"User... Synchronization..." The dwarf forger muttered to herself before exclaiming. "Aha." She clamped her hands over Gwen and Kaysa's shoulders and dutifully began hauling them both towards the door.

"Hey!" Gwen complained, writhing, but was unable to free herself from the woman's implaccable grip.

"I'll explain later. For now we need to leave."

"But what about me," I said, eyes dancing between their retreating forms and the gynoids menacing advance.

"You'll be fiiiiiiine," she called out her voice fading away as she entered the corridor, punctuated by the clang of the door that echoed with a sort of doomed finality.

I turned back to the seemingly unstoppable killing machine, my only comfort was the dubious logic of a woman I'd just met who was willing to leave me to my fate.

"Hi there. Any chance we could resolve this peacefully?"

There was no response as she continued to advance. I held my ground, even while she walked right up next to me.

Her voice was even more intimidating from this distance. "Hostiles eliminated. Commencing synchronization."

"And, uh, what does that entail?" I stammered as her hand landed on my shoulder with painless but firm force.

There was no answer, but the pressure exerted by her hand steadily ramped up until I was forced first to my knees, and then to my back. She clambered onto my chest, pinning me to the ground to her body.

Cortana Unit 0-7 Requests an Engagement

She cocked her head at me questioningly, her irises red light pulsing as if under the effect of an internal heartbeat. With her intimidating weight over me and the consideration of what she could do to me if I declined...

"Uhhhh... I accept." But I said it as more of a question than a statement.

"Confirmation accepted. Commencing synchronization." Her face still seemed coldly expressionless but there was a moment where I thought I detected a hint of a smile. Her hands gripped my wrists and extended them outward to the side. There was a pneumatic hiss like air pressure being released and she leaned back. It wasn't until I tried to move that I realized I was still restrained. Her hands had separated from her arms at the wrist, metal fingers lodged into the floor keeping me spread wide.

"W-w-what do you want?" I stammered out, by this point thoroughly nervous. Spectral blood red hands closed and opened above my chest as the gynoid tested out it's dexterity sans metal gauntlets. She remained silent, but the ominous red glow of her eyes focused on my face with laser beam intensity, her irises narrowing to pinpricks. She said nothing but scooted down lower, her crotch grinding against my flacid dick. Remaining expressionless she caught my tail before I thought to do anything with it, writhing ineffectively only after it'd been captured.

Damnit, I might have been able to knock it free if only I'd remembered. Why didn't you remind me Eve?

...

Eve?

My AI companion remained unresponsive. I didn't know if she was sulking or if something about the possessed exosuit was somehow interfering with our connection. Either way I was on my own. Bucking my hips, I tried to throw her off, my brain wracking through my limited possibilities of escape. Unsheathing my claws, I couldn't bend my wrists enough for them to slice at my restraints. Then a notification popped into view and I stopped struggling confused at first, but that quickly transformed into reluctant amusement and curiosity.

Two Player Mode Engaged - AI Eve has joined the game

"Got you good, didn't I?" Eve said smugly, her voice an interesting mix of her southern drawls and the electronic synthesizer sound of her body. She shimmied her hips and let her red hands reach up to stroke her gleaming chest.

"Can you even feel that?" Pouting, I further relaxed as she continued to move above me.

"Not really." Her motions slowed and then stopped, she was obviously disappointed by that fact. "This thing's sensory peripherals are sorely lacking." The ghostly red fingers rubbed up against one another experimentally. "And the sensations from the possessing spirit are like having everything covered by oven mitts. Damn, I'd hoped for something better. We're gonna need to find me a ton of upgrades."

"Is this the secret of this game you were excited about?" I asked dryly, her weight was a little more than my frail human form could handle, the cool metal thighs pressing a little too hard on my stomach to be comfortable.

"Yes. This a cooperational game for both the human player and the AI. There are a couple different methods with which I could've co-opted to interact with you directly inside the game. This just happened to be the first we ran across."

"I take it you don't have access to the sensations in my brain then?"

"No, I'm blocked while like this. Although there are emergency protocols that'll pause the game if any of my pre-set thresholds are exceeded. Wait... Why do you ask?"

"Because," I grunted. "Your enormous metal ass is crushing me!"

She moved slightly and the pressure eased, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about that, I'm still combing through some of the pre-installed programs and was distracted. There isn't all that much there. Some telemetric enhancement. Various ports with which to plug in peripherals. There's a single interesting file called 'Core_Synchronization.exe' I can't really make sense of it."

"Launch it and see what happens. You know, right after you let me up." I kicked my heel against her back but she didn't respond, even after the loud clank rang out from her hollow insides.

"Initiating Core_Synchronization protocol." The words issued from a wholly robotic sounding Eve, an expressionless look descending to cover her face.

"Eve you're scaring me," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"Acceptable target found. Initiating sync now." Bending forward, she pinned me to the ground with one hand on my shoulder and one hand on my forehead. Her red eyes began to blink. Fast fast slow. Fast fast slow. And there was a hum that came from her chassis. Altogether it was oddly soothing, her eyes boring into me, wiggling into my brain as she brought her face closer and closer. By the time she was an inch or so away my thoughts were practically nonexistent, just wisps of concepts and scraps of vocabulary. Then I was back to myself.

"Eve... what just happened?"

Her face, impassive and intimidatingly mechanical, remained frozen just a short distance away. This time I remembered my tail, using it to smack her across the back of her head. That seemed to snap her out of her trance. Her eyes blinked, but they closed like a stargate, the outside tighten in by means of thin overlapping plates.

"Oh. That's new. It's so..." She hesitated as if savoring some unknown flavor. "Raw. The data is so raw. But, where is it coming from..."

I wacked her in the head again. "You bucket of bolts, let me up already." My tail ached a little, the sensitive head not meant to be used as a blunt weapon.

Impossibly quick, her arm darted out and grasped the root beneath the head with a ghostly hand. "It's from you. I can feel what you feel again. Only it's different..." She tapped her nose against my head and there was the soft whirr of a vacuum as she inhaled.

"Not until you get off me," I challenged, fully aware that I was in no position to demand anything.

"Are you certain I can't persuade you?" A smug smile curled her lips and she feathered touches across the calloused edges where the flaps met. My hips jerked involuntarily at the surprising sensitivity of that ridge. She drug it along her cheek. "Because I think, can. Pretty please Boss?"

"Fine." The concession came solely from my benevolent nature.

Nothing to do with my growing erection. No siree.

Fortunately, Eve was in no position to overhear and contest that stance. Relaxing my control, my tail flaps parted, allowing easy exploration by her eager fingers. My toes curled as my new appendage began to sing. I clenched my fist and my teeth, not wanting her to see how easily she could seduce me. Closing my eyes, I turned my head, hiding my face and trying desperately to think of anything but how my soft insides clenched around her digits. Unfortunately, this allowed Eve to act without my observation. Thus, it came as a surprise when a lukewarm silicon shell, coated liberally in lube encapsulated my dick that I'd failed to notice she'd freed while she continued to finger my tail-pussy.

Twin, "OOOooohhhs," echoed from both of us, each of us responding from the two-pronged stimulation that was attacking our brains.

"That's nice, that's really really nice." It was a little disconcerting to hear such lust filled speech with the inherently cold robotic undertones that came from using a vocal synthesizer. That didn't detract from the truth of her statement.

It is really really nice.

Then the device began to pump, the silicone tub moving up and down like a piston on my dick, warming with friction and my body heat as it pitilessly jerked me off, maintaining that perfectly even rhythm.

"Holy shit that's good. But I think we can do better. Now where is that..." She rifled through my pockets before revealing my familiar.

What's she gonna do with that? If she gets all her sensation from me, that means...

"Eve, I'm warning you, if you stick that familiar in my ass I am done with this game."

Pouting, her stuck her bottom lip out at me. "Fine," she groused. "You don't have to threaten me like that. Geez, I can take a hint."

"Needed to make sure you understood I was serious."

Instead of me, she turned it on herself, and second port opening underneath the one currently occupied my dick opened up and was quickly filled. She gave it a couple exploratory pumps before sighing in disappointment and tossing it to the side.

"Your kind of obsessed with anal, aren't you?"

"Human biology put your G-spot there. It's not my fault you have bad design." She held up her red fingers and wobbled them at me menacingly. "And I wouldn't be talking shit while you're at my mercy."

"Message received, lips are sealed."

"Good, because I just got an idea." Closing one eye in concentration, she altered the size of the red hand fingering my tail, slimming and becoming small enough to- Urp! -slip right inside. The flaps pressed against Eve's metal wrist, sealing it off and beginning to pump.

"Oh wow. That is a big difference." Her eyes sounded like a camera's shutter as they fluttered.

It took me a few moments of writhing pleasure before I regained the capacity for speech. "Shouldn't you have felt this all before? Through me?"

"I mean yes. But there is a qualitative divide between feeling this. And feeling this. And I'm certainly feeling it now. I think the game's AI might be amplifying and modulating the data somehow. Maybe I'll play with the filters later just to see how..."

The words became nothing more than white noise, the tension inside me building until it burst, popping like a bubble to spool out across my body. My abdomen jerked as I helplessly pumped up into the relentlessly jerking piston, my seed spilling out into Eve's pseudo-pussy attachment and leaking back out onto my groin.